—Christopher Matase
Father of father, it’s time to go
The sea is receding
There is no more time to show
The sun is now setting
The wind is leaving us behind
You sit in the sand
Which will never be mine
Father of father it’s to leave
Wave to the shore line
For one last time
I help you up as you stare at the bay
Its moments like this where forever should stay
As the glow is fading, so is our time
Father of father will never be mine
Only memories like waves,
Washing our footprints from the shore
Father of father, it’s you we adore
The sun now set, all I hear are the waves
The beach is almost silent
We sit down to lay
“Father of father, why must we go?”
“This island is not yours, but child you must know:
Although the sun fades, so will the night.
I might be leaving; the day gives up the fight.
But this day on the beach, I must truly say; It was pretty alright.
I had a wonderful day.”
